Queen Aria: Thank God I Don't Get Sunburn

I walked back from the kitchen after leaving Pioché in the care of Cook. I smiled as his delighted squawking echoed after me along with Cook listing off the things she could make with cherries.

I walked past portraits of long dead family members and felt my eyes fill up with tears. I hated war. The last one had taken so much from me. I was the only one left now. The last surviving member of the Matrilanis.

I heard footsteps approaching and not wanting to encounter anyone I promptly turned, and walked up the wall. As I hung upside down from the ceiling I saw Damien walking below me. He paused and looked around with a puzzled expression on his face as I slowly edged towards the nearest window. Then just as I managed to slip out onto the roof he looked up. Phew!

I hated to act like a teenager but I just wasn't in the mood for people.

I sat on the sloped roof of the tower and stared out over the Primaland. I hope Marcus finishes that equation soon. I wanted to get out of here. I hated that pompous Lord Solomon! He was such an arrogant, selfish... I shook my head. No, ignore the thought of him. Think about something else instead.

I curled up on the roof as the sun shone down, warming me with it's rays. I began to cry as I lay there, remembering my family, my friends. Everyone I had grown up with. Dead.

Dead these past few thousand years. I exhausted myself as I cried out all the emotion I had bottled up inside me for so long. Then I did something I rarely do, I fell asleep. Looking back I thank the lord that my genetic makeup means I don't get sunburned.

When I woke up it was dark and I found myself in my bed. How did I get here? I wondered aloud and I slipped out of it and walked across the room and through the arches. Damien sat with his back against the wall, fast asleep.

So he found me... I thought warmly as I walked back towards my bed.

He really does know me too well.

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